Peter squeezes MJ best he can, trying to offer her some semblance of assurance. His own worry for her outweighing much else as he flies.
"It took... time. A lot longer than I would've liked." Even with his optimism now, he can't lie and say it was somehow easy. It was never easy. He had to come to terms with what he thought was actual permanent death at the hands of Mysterio. Then come to terms with that not being real, and the reality he built for himself on that idea was shaky at best.
Time healed, as much as it hurt him. Leaving new and old scars, scabbed over, healed in strange ways. Peter had learned these hub worlds liked to pull you apart and put you back together strangely.
All you could ever do was keep moving forward. Keep trying to live.
"Having people helps, people who get you. Who help ground you." He adds with a soft sigh. "Being alone is a lot in these kinds of places."
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"It took... time. A lot longer than I would've liked." Even with his optimism now, he can't lie and say it was somehow easy. It was never easy. He had to come to terms with what he thought was actual permanent death at the hands of Mysterio. Then come to terms with that not being real, and the reality he built for himself on that idea was shaky at best.
Time healed, as much as it hurt him. Leaving new and old scars, scabbed over, healed in strange ways. Peter had learned these hub worlds liked to pull you apart and put you back together strangely.
All you could ever do was keep moving forward. Keep trying to live.
"Having people helps, people who get you. Who help ground you." He adds with a soft sigh. "Being alone is a lot in these kinds of places."